And Eurytus he slew withal, to wrest his hire thereby
For service wrought, which Augeas the tyrant grudged to pay.
Couched in a copse ’neath Kleonae in ambush did he lie,
And as they came, leapt forth and fought and slew them in the way;
For Molos’ haughty sons had slaughtered his Tirynthian men
Erewhile by treachery, as they lay encamped in Elis’ glen.